Quotes About Existence

We know that the book we will never write will be bad. Even worse will be the one we put off writing. At least the book that has been written exists.

Sim, eis o que os meus sentidos aprenderam sozinhos: — As cousas não têm significação: têm existência. As cousas são o único sentido oculto das cousas.

I'll disappear in the fog as a foreigner to all life, as a human island detached from the dream of the sea, as a uselessly existing ship that floats on the surface of everything.

Tudo o mais é uma grande maçada para quem está presente por acaso. E a sociedade em que nascemos é o lugar onde mais por acaso estamos presentes.

Si después de morir , quieres escribir mi biografía No hay nada más sencillo. Tiene sólo dos fechas : la de mi nacimiento y la de mi muerte. Entre una y otra todos los días son míos.

And I, I myself, am the centre that exists only because the geometry of the abyss demands it; I am the nothing around which all this spins, I exist so that it can spin, I am a centre that exists only because every circle has one. I, I myself, am the well in which the walls have fallen away to leave only viscous slime. I am the centre of everything surrounded by the great nothing.

I am the nothingness around which this movement spins, the only reason it spins, not that the center exists except in the fact that all circles have a center. I, really I, am the well without walls, but with the sliminess of its walls, the center of everything with the nothingness around it.

To live is to not think.

I placidly wait for what I don't know- My future and the future of everything. In the end there will only be silence except Where the waves of the sea bathe nothing.

What does a river know about this and what does a tree know? And I, who am no more than those, what do I know? Every time I look at things and think about what men think about them, I laugh like how a brook sounds cool on a stone.

Perhaps it's my destiny to remain a bookkeeper forever, and for poetry and literature to remain simply butterflies that alight on my head and underline my own ridiculousness by their very beauty. In the future I'll be living quietly in a little house somewhere, enjoying a peaceful existence not writing the book I'm not writing now and, so as to continue not doing so, I will use different excuses to the ones I use now to avoid actually confronting myself.

And now I'm sleepy, because I think – I don't know why – that the meaning of it all is to sleep.

A consciência da insonsciência da vida é o mais antigo imposto à inteligência.

Só esta liberdade nos concedem Os deuses: submetermo-nos Ao seu domínio por vontade nossa. Mais vale assim fazermos Porque só na ilusão da liberdade A liberdade existe.

Temos, todos que vivemos, Uma vida que é vivida E outra vida que é pensada, E a única vida que temos É essa que é dividida Entre a verdadeira e a errada.

That's why I read, as a stranger, My being as if it were pages. Not knowing what will come And forgetting what has passed, I note in the margin of my reading What I thought I felt. Rereading, I wonder: "Was that me?" God knows, because he wrote it.

I find the present monotonous and absurd spectacle of the world outside me so completely lacking in value or nobility that I can scarcely conceive of it as being the world.

I sleep and unsleep.

The divine fact of existing shouldn't be surrendered to the satanic fact of coexisting.

La literatura, como cualquier forma de arte, es la confesión de que la vida no basta.

Omnia fui, nihil expedit – I have been everything, nothing is worth anything.

The search for the truth — whether the subjective truth of one's own convictions, the objective truth of reality or the social truth of money or power — always brings with it, if the searcher in question deserves the prize, the ultimate knowledge that the truth does not exist.

Todo se me evapora. Mi vida entera, mis recuerdos, mi imaginación y lo que contiene, mi personalidad, todo se me evapora. Continuamente siento que he sido otro, que he sentido otro, que he pensado otro. Aquello a lo que asisto es un espectáculo con otro escenario. Y aquello a lo que asisto soy yo

Só o que sonhamos é o que verdadeiramente somos, porque o mais, por estar realizado, pertenece ao mundo e a toda a gente